She keenly sensed the desire deep within Bai Yuejie's eyes, and Shi Mei suddenly remembered the past.
Bai Yuejie would always wear a light-colored long skirt, grab her hand, and caress it like she was doing now, her face full of envy and longing, "Xiao Wu, I'm really envious of you."
How could Tang Wu not know what she was envious of?
She envied her healthy and joyful life.
She envied her happiness and freedom.
But she could only pretend not to understand and change the subject with a giggle.
And now, it felt like she had returned to those times.
Bai Yuejie was still Bai Yuejie, even her expression was exactly the same as when she looked at her back then.
Yet Shi Mei's heart was heavy and cool.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to Bai Yuejie's chest.
The heart beating within her at this very moment belonged to her.
As soon as this thought surfaced, Shi Mei's palm subtly retracted a bit.
